Shenzhou Town Demon Records

Chapter 71 Winter Night Food Stall

Mu Yun had already determined that the "red-sleeve deity" was playing tricks on her, and naturally he refused to entangle with her any more.

It was expected that the other party would make a move to dismantle it this time, but the "red-sleeved look" just let out an exclamation.

Mu Yun suddenly felt that his hands were slender and soft, and in astonishment, he only heard the "Red Sleeve God" groan in pain: "Ah! ——You disciple! What do you want to do to this god?!"

Mu Yun was embarrassed for a while, and hurriedly let go of her wrist.

The "red-sleeve deity" was already tearful, and he scolded himself with hatred: "Shameless and filthy thief! It's just that you don't want to pay the hexagram, but you dare to conspire against the deity! Humph! Is there no law under heaven?"

Mu Yun scolded her embarrassedly. Fortunately, at this time, night was approaching, and there were few pedestrians on the road, so it was not enough to appear ugly in the public.

However, this is the case. After all, he was wrong first, so he could only accompany him carefully and say: "Miss Shenxiang, please calm down. It's true that you acted recklessly, but there is absolutely no conspiracy, and this heart can be seen every day."

The "red-sleeve god" rubbed his wrists with regret, and said with resentment: "It's a high-sounding statement, who knows if you are duplicitous, and you planned to take advantage of the god? No, today you must be responsible, Otherwise, don't blame this god for telling the government to punish you for molesting a good woman."

Mu Yun became more and more embarrassed, and said helplessly: "Forget it, in short, it's the fault of the subordinate. How the girl Shenxiang wants to be responsible for the subordinate, if the subordinate can do her best, she will definitely not refuse."

The "Red Sleeve Divine Appearance" snorted coldly, stretched out a white jade-like palm and said, "One tael for the hexagram, and ten taels for the soup and medicine. Take it for a total of 11 taels, and this divine appearance will not argue with you."

Mu Yun was stunned for a moment, and said in embarrassment: "The cost of this soup is too much. I'm shy in my pocket. I'm afraid I won't be able to get this much money for a while."

The "Red Sleeve God" opened his phoenix eyes, and said clearly in disbelief: "I can't even get the money out of 11 taels, son, are you cheating on children? This god has just arrived, and the money invested in the shop tonight has not been settled yet." , Young Master, if you refuse to pay your bills again, wouldn’t you want to sleep on the street with your face?”

After she said that, her eyes turned red again, and she looked really pitiful. Mu Yun felt even more apologetic, and after a little thought, he coughed: "Well, let's do this, the goddess girl will take you down to find Senior Sister Yu, she should be There is money that I can use to compensate you."

The "Red Sleeve God Face" pondered for a while, and finally nodded and said: "Okay, but you have to keep your word, my lord. The 11 taels will be settled when the time comes, and not a penny is missing."

Although Mu Yun didn't know whether this "red-sleeve god" really had the ability to calculate, but she seemed to have a grasp of Yu Bingru's whereabouts, and immediately said with pleasure: "Don't worry, the goddess girl, the man is full of promises, to come Time will never be short for you."

The "red-sleeve deity" stared at him deeply again, and then started to fold the table, chairs, bench, and ordered Muyun to carry all his brains on his shoulders.

She packed up the paper, pen and sign holder and other things, and held the hexagram with the handwriting "Embroidered Straight Cut", and the two followed each other through the street and the alley.

The night was low, the moonlight was faint, and there were few pedestrians on the long street. In the meantime, I saw a red-clothed girl shuffling and weeping silently as she lowered her head. It was Xing Zhiying who ran away from the Fangzhi Sword Museum.

Out of frustration, she promised in front of Xing Zhenliang that she would never see Qi Xuegu again, full of grievances, and rushed out the door, without even having time to change her clothes.

At this time, it was the middle of winter, and it was especially cold at night. Rao was because of her eldest physique, and she was not afraid of severe cold, but she still subconsciously hugged her arms, and her tender body was even more tender.

Just turning a street corner in a trance, suddenly a gust of hot air came head-on, and when I looked up, I saw a small food stall beside the road, which was booming.

The fragrant lamb meat is stewed on the roaring fire, and the thin white tendon noodles are boiled in the misty soup pot.

Xing Zhiying's heart immediately warmed, and then she realized that she was busy socializing during the day, but she didn't have time to comfort herself.

It's just that I remembered that I came out in a hurry this time, so I didn't even bring any money with me, so I could only swallow it secretly, which made me even more depressed.

While hesitating, the stall owner of the food stall had already seen her. The stall owner was about 40 years old, short and fat but with quick hands and feet. Miss, you are here, my old Wu is really going to be a turtle today, ha... Is it still the same as before?"

It turned out that Xing Zhiying was still a regular customer of this family, so she couldn't help smiling and said, "Uncle Wu, why have you forgotten, it's not 'Peng Bisheng Turtle', it's 'Peng Pishenghui'."

The fat stall owner laughed and said: "Turtle and Hui are all the same. Anyway, the eldest lady knows what I mean by Lao Wu. Come and sit here, ramen and lamb meat are ready-made."

Xing Zhiying's face turned slightly red, she shook her head and said, "No need for Uncle Wu, I just ate and just walked around."

The fat stall owner observed his words and feelings, and had his own mind, so he smiled heartily: "Since you are walking around, you can just sit and sit. Look at the thin lady, don't freeze your body. Come on. Come on, it's my old Wu begging you, come here and sit down for a while before leaving."

Xing Zhiying saw that the kindness was difficult, so she had to follow the words to a seat next to the stove and sat down.

The haze in my heart unknowingly dilutes a bit, but I feel a little inexplicably moved, and I almost shed tears on the spot.

She hurriedly raised her hand and wiped her eyes. Xing Zhiying was laughing and laughing at her useless energy when she saw the fat stall owner holding a bowl of hot ramen in his left hand and a plate of tender and oily lamb in his right hand. Without any explanation, she put it on the table in front of her, followed with a smile: "Miss, take it slow, just treat it as a reward for my old Wu's face."

Xing Zhiying panicked, and hurriedly refused: "Uncle Wu, don't be so busy, I'm really not hungry..."

He was only halfway through the words, but there was an inappropriate grunting sound in his stomach, which made Xing Zhiying blushed with embarrassment.

When I was at a loss, I heard the fat stall owner chuckle and said: "Okay, Miss, today is my old Wu asking you, even if you are not hungry, pick a few chopsticks. Otherwise, people will think that my old Wu is poor in craftsmanship. The food delivered to the door has been pushed, so I have no face to do business anymore."

Xing Zhiying was both shy and grateful. In addition, she was indeed familiar with this fat stall owner on weekdays, so she simply put down her restraint, blushed and thanked in a low voice, then lowered her head and tasted the familiar delicacy.

(End of this chapter)